[Chorus]
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If our worlds collide
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(It's my world)
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I hope you know that one of us gon' die
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(It's my world)
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It won't be me cus I was born to rise
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(Yo, It's my world)
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So when the war I hope you on my side
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(It's my world, It's my world, It's my world)
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{*Repeat 2X*}
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[Scratching Chino from Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"]
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Chino makes the world go round...
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[Scratching Nas from "Hate me Now"]
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The Illest...
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Blame God he blew breath in my lungs...
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[Verse 1]
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Don't call it a comeback...
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I've been here for years
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I'm like a record deal from Select ending anyone's career
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But does anyone care? And did anyone dare try prepare ya?
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I got the world hemmed up my daddy should've named me tailor
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I'll scare ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due
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The true, lyrical O.G., shine's inevitable
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Rhymes irrefutable digital decibels
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Louder then Busta Rhymes wardrobe, and I've been foretold
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Ain't a tough cat in your zip code, city or rural
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Will I become immortal and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural
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Complete with artist rendering on how you used to be proving you're mortal
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Surrendering victory to Chi
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Underneath flowers and candles from your friends and family
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The walls are reminded you should've never fucked with me
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I take it to your f-a-c-e but don't respond
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Cus I'm the big dog, the world's a fire hydrant that I piss upon
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(Chorus w/ slight variations)
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[Verse 2]
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Yo, yeah, yo...
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360 of unadulterated battle rhyme
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You must be inebriated wanting to challenge mine
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My distance is so accurate anytime laps cameras capture it
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Tearing apart time's fabric, no exaggerate
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Thirty five thousand Giga hard drives only could store half of it
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That ain't the half of it, I spit the blood of Christ on a catholic
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Lyrics specialist ain't this a bitch rip shit so effortless
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Smoke method with Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
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Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
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So I curse like the Motto leaving them praying/preying like the mantis
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Perform in front of Mormons 'til they banished up in piss
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Start dramas between Amish 'til they turn to Blood and Crips
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Go to war with four continents make Saddam turn protestant
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Bill Clinton's advisors like look at what your big mouth got us in
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Give the world surgery
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Resurrect ?Isaac Raveen? then mandate the extinction of all of Germany
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Blanket the universe in darkness for all eternity
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I'm like Vernon Jordan on the stand committing purgery
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I'll resurrect Hannibal,
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To show Italianos how African they are for thinking of us as animals
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I'll resurrect Mussolini,
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Piss in his hat and show him with all his tyranny
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Armies and gases couldn't see me
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Resurrect Idi Amin and Hitler
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Then sit around exchanging war stories to show whose mind is sicker
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And full of hatred, life ain't far cus if it was
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Biggie would still be here and these wack rappers would be dead
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(Chorus w/ slight variations)
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[Verse 3]
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[I have survived] Twenty-four years of being poor
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[I have survived] My hometown claiming I wasn't raw
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[I have survived] Being shot at and stabbed while on tour
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[I have survived] Millions of niggas stealing my metaphors
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For three years, broken down that's thirty six months
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Twenty six thousand two hundred eighty hours holding a grudge
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A non-vocalist drama belonging in the theatre
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So raw I'm charging my reflection for rhyming in the mirror
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Your flows ancient, I'm past the prehistoric stages
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I flip vocal booths equipped with roll bars and cages
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Temperature rise you're feeling faint when my heat fell
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You wish for death like Lady Di wish she'd wore a seat belt
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Seek help, May Day, S.O.S. explode
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Dot dot dash... I'll beat that ass in Morse Code
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Your rhyme like down syndrome
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I make you limp home
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For sleeping on my Puerto Rican skin tone
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(Leave him alone)
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And I don't give a fuck who you get...
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I don't give a fuck if Jesus write your verses and Satan and God produced it
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I don't give a fuck if Puff signed it
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I don't give a fuck what old school rapper you getting outta retirement
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| I'm on my own dick like a man in solitary confinement |
